Yes, I realize it's been a long time since I've been on this site. I've been busy with school, I discovered a love for Tumblr & MyLifeIsAverage, so I haven't been in the FanFiction mood lately.
But, here's something. It's a companion to the story So Long Ago. I suggest you read that first. I guess it could go either way, but I HIGHLY suggest you read So Long Ago first. It should make a lot more sense when you read this story. Go read So Long Ago if you haven't already, then go on and think about how (insert character's name here) died. Same thing goes for those who read it already.
This story consists of letters, one chapter for each letter. The first chapter, however, is an introduction.
Letters To A (Former) Lover
by Pwnguin
Introduction:
"It's a shame, such a horrible, horrible shame. He had a long life ahead of him and it just ended. What a shame, shame, shame, shame."
"Shut up! Just shut up, okay? I get it! It was a shame that he killed himself and died. Get over yourself, Natie. Just get over it," Allison screeched. Natasha's accent sounded cool the first time, all proper and British-sounding. Now it was a pain in the everywhere.
Natasha crossed her arms and shook her head at her supposed "best friend", "That attitude sure didn't show up at the funeral, little miss, 'I'm still Sonny on the inside.' Keep it up and you could be nominated for an Emmy." She clapped her hands lightly and laughed. "You're such a bitch, Alli, love."
The skin between her knuckles began to turn white as Allison held back her urge to punch Natasha in the face. He died! Some people cried uncontrollably when someone died, some people laughed it off and avoided the subject. For some reason, Allison got mood-swingy when he died. Her best friend should be understanding, but then again, Natasha wasn't the best "best friend" in the whole wide world.
"You know what, Natasha?" Allison barked. "If you don't care so much about him, why don't you just leave?"
"I wanna see what kind of treasures he left behind. Isn't that what we came here for in the first place?"
"We came here," Allison breathed, holding back the urge to strangle Natasha's tiny, pale neck. "To see if he had any other reason for killing himself."
"He died because you broke his heart!"
Allison didn't answer. She was here because she wanted proof that she wasn't the only reason for his death.
"Get. Out."
"Excuse me?"
"GET OUT, BITCH!" Allison shouted.
Natasha rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Not my fault you're still in love with him and let him die." Allison watched as her former best friend walked out.
She wiped a tear from her eye as she approached a small, mahogany desk. On the side was a drawer. She slowly opened it and found a rather bulky envelope. On the front read, "Letters To A Former Lover". The word "former" was floating above the original words, and a "v" was indicating that it was to go between "A" and "Lover". She turned the envelope over. It was sealed with a heart sticker.
Allison breathed in as she lifted the heart seal. She pulled out several pieces of paper. They all began with, "Dear Sonny,"
She took a seat on the matching mahogany chair. For the next few hours, she would have to return to a former self. Because these letters were written to Sonny Munroe.
Not Allison Electra.
I really don't know how many letters there are going to be. I'm thinking 9. Or 10, but one is unfinished. We'll see.
Confused? Either you didn't read So Long Ago, or I'm a terrible writer. D:
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